The Domme Intern Ch 06

Chapter 6 The Best Intern Ever

On Tuesday, Emily wore sheer black stockings with seams up the back, just like the day of the board meeting when Steve grabbed her butt. She had a black skirt with a snug red blouse that accentuated her full breasts. She stepped into Steve's office and he took one look at her and thought, "Damn, I need to be strong. She's so gorgeous."

Emily smiled and walked over beside Steve's chair and leaned her butt against his desk, placing her hands on the desk at her sides. She smiled and said, "So what's on our agenda today Steve?"

Steve cleared his throat and said, "Emily uh, you and I need to talk."

She glanced out the open door to confirm Martha was out of earshot, then smiled broadly and folded her arms under her breasts. She said quietly, "Uh oh, that sounds ominous. Are you breaking up with me Steve?" She made a pouty face.

He chuckled nervously and said, "Um, Emily. Yesterday, you and I crossed a line and it needs to stop."

Emily smirked and said, "Just yesterday, for the first time, we crossed your imaginary line, huh?"

He looked away and said nothing. Emily continued, "Well this is surprising Steve. I was under the impression you were enjoying yourself."

"No, I mean, I am, I was," Steve stopped to collect his thoughts then restarted, "What I mean Emily is that you are a gorgeous and amazing young woman. Your personality is nothing short of intoxicating but, but I'm the CEO of Driftstone and I'm twice your age, and I'm your boss. We should not be, you know, playing games. Plus now, I'm getting divorced. I just don't need any problems right now.

Emily said, "I'm not trying to cause problems Steve. Plus, it's not like we're having sex or anything. It's just a little kinky fun. Did you ever have kinky fun with your wife?"

"No," said Steve, "My wife pretty much ignored me and she's nothing like," he interrupted himself. "This is not about my wife, Emily. It's about me and you. Our relationship needs to be strictly professional."

Emily said, "Wow Steve, this is surprising. Most men in your position would fantasize about a hot, young, sexy intern flirting with them." She smiled at him mischievously because she had an idea. She turned around and looked out his open door seeing Martha's back. Confirming that she was working diligently at her desk.

She reached up and opened her fourth button. Then she pulled her red shirt open revealing a sheer white demi-cup bra and rocked her chest back and forth causing her full breasts to sway invitingly in unison.

She continued, "I'm making it reality for you. If you want me to stop, just say the word. I can be as cold as ice."

He glanced out the door then he stared longingly at her beautiful breasts cradled in her bra. He could just make out her dark nipples through the white lacy material. Deep down he knew what he wanted. He didn't want her to stop. The past few weeks had been fantastic, plus he was now facing a lot of alone time.

Emily sensed his hesitation and was amused at him openly staring at her breasts. She slid over in front of him and reached down to the arms of his chair. She lifted her right leg and put her foot on his chair between his legs, with her toes under his balls. Her skirt slid off her knee but it draped around her leg, revealing her garters but obscuring her panties.

He looked down at her foot then up her sexy leg to her garters then, back to her breasts. After a long moment he finally looked back at her gorgeous green eyes. She was one hundred percent confident. She lifted her toes into his balls and said, "So what's it going to be Steve? Cold as ice or a kinky roller coaster ride?"

Steve remembered the collar and leash in Emily's backpack. He swallowed hard but said nothing. Emily grinned and said, "That's what I thought." She moved her foot back slightly and lifted it, pressing the flat sole of her shoe fully over his crotch. She held the arms of his chair and began pushing her shoe into his genitals. He instinctively grasped her ankle with both hands but he didn't push her away.

She said quietly, "If you continue to behave yourself Steve, this can be a summer that neither of us forgets."

Steve's cock betrayed him by growing hard under her shoe. She said, "Well, your body is telling me you want to keep playing my games. Let's just pretend this little discussion never happened, shall we?"

Steve's lip quivered as nodded meekly. Emily's lips curled into a grin and she said, "Ok, now where were we?"

She took her foot down, slid out from in front of Steve and fixed her blouse. She stepped away and folded her arms under her breasts. She said, "That's right, we were talking about our agenda."

A moment later Martha began moving at her desk. Emily turned and watched her get up and walk into the office. Steve quickly pivoted toward his desk and rolled his chair in, using the desk to obscure his erection.

Martha said, "Okay Mr. Harris, I just completed the final arrangements for the company picnic this Saturday at the city park. We received the permit from the city. The food trucks will be there from 11:30am to 3:30pm.

"Great, that's great," said Steve nervously. He was hoping he would not need to stand and risk exposing his erection.

"Is everything okay?" queried Martha, "Did I interrupt something?"

"No, no," said Steve, "Emily and I were just discussing today's agenda. The picnic reminds me, that I need to write a speech to deliver to all the employees."

"You dictate and I can type it up," offered Emily.

"Great, that's great," said Steve again. He turned to Martha and said, "Will there be anything else?"

"No sir," said Martha as she looked suspiciously at Emily, then back at Steve. Finally she turned and walked out.

A short time later Emily was seated at the glass table and Steve was pacing back and forth as he dictated a speech. He said, "Ok Miss Stone, read back what I have so far."

Emily began reading from her screen, "First of all, welcome everyone, to the 50th annual Driftstone employee summer picnic. You've all worked very hard and we are all reaping the benefits. Our profits have increased every quarter for the last year and half and results look promising in the year to come. I want to thank you all but I mostly want to thank my super sexy intern Emily Stone."

His mouth dropped open and he looked at her. She giggled and said, "Okay, fine, I'll take that part out. But you're going to want to read through this before you deliver it."

"Obviously," said Steve with a smirk.

By lunchtime they had finished the speech. Steve had a lunch meeting that went into the afternoon so Emily kept herself busy.

Steve didn't return to his office until quarter to five. Emily was already seated on the couch. She smiled up at him and said, "Just in time to play."

"Uh yeah, yes," said Steve

Emily glanced out Steve's office then said, "Don't forget to close the door."

"Right," said Steve. He walked over, confirmed no one was around then closed the door.

He returned to Emily and stood in front of her. She scooted to the front edge of the couch and moved her feet apart, then pointed at floor.

Steve took his position on his knees and elbows, palms up. Emily carefully placed her sharp heels in his palms, directly on the black and blue marks from the previous day.

She watched Steve's face as she increased the pressure. When she was satisfied that Steve was at a proper level of discomfort she said, "Ok Steve, what's your guess? What color are my panties?"

She moved her hands down and grabbed the edge of her skirt. Steve watched her hands as she slid the hem a couple inches up her thighs then stop.

Steve stared at her skirt, trying to imagine what her panties would look like. Finally he said, "Are your panties red?"

Emily raised her eyebrows and smiled broadly. She paused dramatically then gave an exaggerated frown. She said, "I'm so sorry Steve. Today they're hot pink."

"Oh damn, hot pink?" complained Steve, "That sounds so sexy."

"It's a thong," remarked Emily.

"Oh God, even better," said Steve, clenching his teeth in pain.

"Ok, consolation prize," prompted Emily.

Steve dropped his face to her foot and pressed his lips to her instep. His cock was hard in his pants. Like the previous day, she only allowed him to kiss her foot for about thirty seconds before she increased the pressure with her heels. Steve pulled back and she lifted her feet.

Steve moved back and sat on his heels. He was rubbing his palms and said, "A hot pink thong huh?"

Emily pulled her skirt back down and said, "Yep, a tiny, little, hot pink thong."

"Oh," groaned Steve, as if not seeing her sexy underwear caused him even more pain. He looked to her eyes and said, "How many colors are there?"

Emily smiled at Steve's curiosity and said, "I own all kinds of sexy undies in all kinds of colors and patterns, but, for the sake of our game, I've only been wearing solid colors."

"Well thanks for that, I guess," he chuckled.

Emily laughed with him and said, "You're welcome."

Later that evening it was dinner time. Since Sarah had moved out, Steve had eaten dinner out every night because he wasn't much of a cook. He found himself with plenty of time to think. He was sitting in his favorite Chinese restaurant in a quiet booth. Not surprisingly his thoughts were often of Emily and tonight was no exception.

She was, by far, the most exciting woman he had ever known. He couldn't help but wonder where their "relationship" would go. He acknowledged to himself that it wasn't really a "relationship" but he wondered how far their games would go.

He hadn't forgotten the collar in her bag. She had obviously wanted him to see it. He suddenly realized he had grown erect. He looked around the quiet restaurant, paranoid that someone would notice his obvious sexual arousal.

In a way, it frightened him to be aroused at such a thought. One thing he knew was, he could never, ever participate in those types of games in his office. He steeled his thoughts to prepare himself for such a scenario. His answer would be no, and that was that. Even if it meant ending their exciting sexual games, it was going to be a hard no. It had to be no.

The next day was Wednesday. Steve was a bit disappointed when he saw Emily. Of course she was gorgeous as ever. She was wearing sheer black stockings, gray skirt and white blouse. The issue was, her shoes. They were boring flats. He didn't remember seeing them before but maybe it was simply because they were unremarkable.

She walked into Steve's office and said, "Good morning Mr. Harris."

He smiled and said, "Good morning Emily, how are you."

"I'm wonderful," she replied, "Where's Martha?"

"Oh, she's down at Human Resources. I guess she has paperwork to fill out for retirement," replied Steve.

"Ah, I see," said Emily, "So what do you want to do?"

Steve saw that Emily was smiling mischievously. He said, "Well, we're at work, therefore, we should do work."

"Fine," said Emily with a pouty face. Then she said, "Well, you are the boss." She put the word "boss" in air quotes.

Steve was amused at Emily's implication then he confirmed, "I am the boss."

She walked over close to him and said, "Yes Mr. Harris, you can be the boss. So what's on our agenda today?"

"Um, well, actually I don't know," he said sheepishly.

Emily sat down at Martha's computer and said, "Perhaps I should check your schedule."

"That's a great idea," said Steve.

Emily spoke, as if to herself, "Let's take a look at the CEO's calendar. Hmm, uh huh, uh huh, I see." She closed the calendar and smiled up at Steve.

He looked at her expectantly and said, "Well, what's on my agenda?"

Emily smiled and said, "You don't know how to access your own calendar, do you?"

"Uh, well, um," Steve hem hawed around and Emily smiled in glee.

She said, "Mr. Harris, it appears that you need me more than you realize."

"Well be that as it may, what's going on today? Do I have any meetings?" queried Steve, growing slightly impatient.

Emily paused for a long moment and said, "Don't worry, you're fine. You have a ten AM to one PM meeting with product development. Your next meeting is at three thirty with Veronica Dover and me, then you have a meeting with my undies, that is, if you guess right."

That comment brought a smile to Steve's face. He said, "I will guess right today, I can feel it."

"We will see," said Emily in a doubtful tone.

Steve attended his first meeting which included lunch. Emily busied herself getting familiar with managing Steve's calendar and other day to day things she would be taking over from Martha. She didn't see Steve again until his afternoon meeting with Veronica. It was scheduled for the conference room across the hall from his office.

The meeting resulted in more evidence that Emily had a better working knowledge of social media than Veronica and how to make the most effective use of it in business.

As the meeting wrapped up Steve said, "Thanks for all your hard work on this Emily."

He looked up at Veronica and she was glaring at him. He tried to recover, "Oh, you as well Veronica. Your work was excellent."

She was silent for a moment as she looked at Emily, then over to Steve. She said, "Thank you Mr. Harris but you and I both know this work would not have been done without Emily's input."

Steve didn't know how to respond. He looked at Emily to see her smirking with self-satisfaction. In an attempt to save Veronica's pride he said, "Well, uh, Emily does have an unfair advantage over you."

"Oh?" said Veronica dubiously, "Do tell."

"Well," said Steve," she's currently in school. Nothing changes faster than the fabric of our society and social media morphs with it. Emily is learning what's happening now."

"So I'm washed up?" queried Veronica negatively.

"No, not at all," disagreed Steve, "Not washed up, you have a great career ahead."

Veronica looked at him, obviously skeptical. He continued, "Driftstone has a continuing education program. You can take college classes and be reimbursed for your expenses."

Veronica frowned and asked, "I can go back to college and compete with all the Emilys of the world?" She glared at Emily then looked back at Steve. She shook her head and said, "I don't think so."

She quickly gathered her things and stood up. She glanced at Emily then Steve and said, "Have a nice evening Mr. Harris." She looked at Emily but said nothing. She walked out of the conference room.

Steve and Emily sat in silence for a long moment as Veronica stormed down the hallway. Finally Steve turned to Emily and said, "Wow, that was awkward. She's uh, she's um..."

Emily interrupted, "I believe the term you're looking for is, Bitch, with a capital B."

Steve smirked for a moment then recovered. He said, "Oh, I don't think that's fair."

Emily gave him a confident smile and said, "Okay, I'll allow you to have your own opinion on that... for now."

Steve looked at her curiously. He was going to ask Emily what she was implying but she glanced at the clock on the wall and changed the subject. She said, "Huh, end of the day already, you know what that means."

Steve smiled and said, "Guessing time?"

"Guessing time," confirmed Emily. She stood and placed her backpack on the table. She said, "I need to use the lady's room," she patted it and said, "Be a gem and put this on your couch for me, but no peeking." He looked at her and she gave him a wink.

Steve stood and said, "Of course."

Emily walked out and Steve looked at the backpack. Just as Emily planned, he was wondering what was inside. He dutifully picked it up and carried out Emily's order.

A few minutes later Emily walked into Steve's office. He was nervously pacing in front of the back pack, waiting for his intern to arrive and direct their fun, sexual game.

She walked over to the couch and opened her backpack. She said, "I have something in here that we need." She stopped and looked at him then nodded toward the hallway. She said, "Close the door Steve."

He immediately began walking toward the door. She said, "You should probably lock it."

Steve stopped in his tracks and his stomach jumped at her comment, and the possibles. He looked at her to see her confident smirk. He continued walking toward the door. As Emily reached into her bag he closed and locked the door and turned back to her.

A smile broke across his lips when he saw what she extracted. It was a pair of black patent leather stiletto pumps with heels six inches high. The heels narrowed to a tiny, sharp point. She smiled over her shoulder and said, "You don't want me to do the guessing game with these flats on, do you?"

"Uh, no," said Steve quietly. A noticeably submissive tone creeping into his voice.

"Good," said Emily, "Come over here."

He walked over to her and she held the sexy shoes out saying, "Hold these."

Steve reached out and took one shoe in each hand. He examined the shoes he was holding. The soles under the toes were thick, easily more than an inch. Emily reached up and placed her right hand on Steve's left shoulder, steadying herself.

He looked at her and she smiled into his eyes and bent her left knee back. She reached back and removed her flat, exchanging it with the stiletto from Steve's right hand. She switched hands and did the same with her right shoe. She stood up straight and she was noticeably taller.

She smiled and said, "That's better."

She held out her hands and Steve handed her the flats. She stepped around him and deposited them in her backpack. Rather than sit on the couch she walked across the room. Steve stared at her sexy, slender, stocking covered legs accentuated by the impossibly tall high heeled shoes. She reached the far side of the room and turned to face Steve. He was staring at her feet. She smiled to herself and slowly walked back to Steve, her sexy gait and sexier shoes causing Steve penis to stir in his pants.

She stepped between him and the couch and took a seat. She slowly raised her right foot and crossed her right leg over her left resulting in the exposure of a generous amount of her leg.

Steve stood there with his mouth agape and Emily waited, watching him stare at her legs and stilettos. Finally she cleared her throat and Steve looked at her. She was pointing at the floor in front of her.

He understood immediately and dropped to his knees before her. She smiled broadly and praised him, "Very good, you know the uh, the guessing position."

In a smooth, slow, motion she lifted her right leg and Steve's gaze darted between her legs. She brought the sharp heel of her shoe to Steve's cheek and admonished him, "No peeking. That's cheating. You don't want to know what I do to cheaters." He turned his face away as the heel came to rest against his cheek. She held the sharp heel to his face for a long moment, then dropped her foot to the floor.

Steve looked down at her incredibly sexy shoes and Emily didn't need to say a thing. He dropped to his knees and elbows, palms up. His hands were more than shoulder width apart. Emily knew these heels were sharper than her others so she gingerly settled the tips against Steve's palms, then settled her toes on his wrists.

She applied a little pressure to his palms and he sucked air in through his teeth. Emily looked down at him with her indifferent, almost clinical expression. To her, this was more of an experiment than a sexual game. She was interested to see how much pain Steve would accept from her in these heels.

She slowly increased the pressure and Steve's mouth opened in silent protest. Emily said, "These shoes are dangerous, aren't they Steve?"

He nodded in silence.

She pressed harder and Steve whimpered then finally said, "Oh God, Emily, it hurts."

"You can take it," stated Emily, as if she were a doctor performing a medical procedure. "You want a chance to see my undies don't you?"